Hard Life 14+

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There is always that girl who sits in the back of class. who does self-harm, and gets bullied. well that girl is Jessica. basically the story is about Jessica's life and how she handles it. note: this story has some mature content.

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12. Chapter 12

**3 Days later***

Jessica's POV: Its been 3 days since I've left the hospital, lately I've been staying with Steven. I have recovered

my memory which I wish I never did, I remember all those hurtful words that they call me at school and how

worthless I am. sometimes I believe I don't deserve to live, why didn't I just die when my dad shot me?

I was getting ready for another awful day at school. I brushed through my hair lightly with my fingers and grabbed

my bag and headed out the door. Steven wasn't going to school today due to a severe headache. I walked

towards the school and breathed in the air. it smelt refreshing, I could tell spring was coming soon. I saw some

flowers here and there that were blossoming into flowers. I continued my walk and reached the school, I breathed in

the air before entering the school. There were people everywhere, staring and laughing at me. I looked at the

ground in shame. They do deserve to laugh at me, I don't give them a reason not to. this group of popular girls walked up to me and shoved me against the locker and said "Come on slut do something!" I nodded my head no than

another girl said "Your a worthless piece of shit and you don't deserve to live! I bet no one loves you!"

she laughed than continued on talking "why don't you just die! better yet...kill yourself I bet everyone would be

happy if you did! Here" she shoved a pocket knife in my hand and walked away laughing. I looked at the pocket

knife and thought why don't I? I put the pocket knife in my pocket and heard the bell ring. I went in the bathroom

and made sure no one was in there. I walked over to the bathroom door and locked it, than went over to the sink

and took the knife outta my pocket and placed it on the counter of the sink. I took off my jacket and put it on

the floor. I rubbed my hand over my right wrist and sighed. I grabbed the pocket knife and said "Here I go"

I opened up the pocket knife that showed up a blade. I gently closed my eyes and slid the blade over my wrist.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I opened my eyes to see blood roll down from my wrist on to the floor.

the pain felt...great. I felt as if all the hurtful words went away. I grabbed the blade in my other hand and cut

my other wrist it felt so amazing! I smiled and closed the knife up and put it in my pocket.

I turned on the water and washed my wrists over the cold water and turned it off. I grabbed my jacket and

went towards the door and unlocked it. I walked out and into the hallways and towards my classroom

in till I saw those girls again, they laughed and pointed at my writs. the one who gave me a pocket knife

walked towards me and said "Well, Well, Well, looks like you cut yourself, seems there's no reason

to call you slut....I will call you Emo now. I've got proof right here" she pointed at my writs while

saying that. she laughed and said "Keep the pocket knife..your gonna need it." she walked away

and I felt......Horrible.

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